Cold Frontier

Walk out over ancient hills

There's something underheel

Reach down let your fingers touch

A blade as hard as steel

I was the man that left it there

I tried to build my home

Watching over a cold frontier

A thousand miles from Rome

And our worlds collide after all these years on a cold

frontier

I cleared the woods and I drained the land

For houses set to last

Now all my cities and all my roads

Are contours beneath the grass

And the men that we couldn't tame

We drove them into the West

Their songs and their stories still remain

What became of all I left?

Just the stones and the clay that the plough reveals

On this cold frontier

A silver coin I will leave for you

You can spin it in the air

On any country it chooses to fall

The coin will pay your fare

In the faces under the skin

Of all those who've worked this land

You'll find the traces of all who've been

They lie so close to hand

Let the borders fall after all these years to my cold

frontier...